I know some may say I don’t have much room to talk. I went to a liberal arts college. I got what could easily have been dismissed as “useless degrees.” A lot of my former classmates aren’t even working in our field. Why? Because most of them didn’t have a plan. If you get a “useless” degree but have a plan and realistic expectations, that’s a different story. But most kids graduate with their Medieval History degree, sit at home and basically wait for someone to knock on their door and offer them a job.
That’s not how it works.
All that being said, I’ve had to take my share of stupid, useless classes. Environmental Science is the at the tippy top of my list. That class was ridiculous. It was stupid political, and the parts that weren’t were as boring as sand. I’d rather skin a squirrel than listen to another lecture on the Florida Everglades.
I tried to make the most of my options and took as many informative, potentially helpful classes as I could. I took a Churchill vs. Hitler class, a Cold War class (if I remember correctly, my professor was a former CIA employee of some sort. He was super vague about it, but he was a certified bada**). I also took a class on American economics (I got lucky– my professor was TOTALLY a common sense economic conservative. He was far too common sense and seemed to like my final paper on Reagan’s tax cuts) and the French Revolution (that was one of my FAVORITES).
My point is, even if you’re stuck at a liberal college, there are options. You can try to make the most of it. Unless of course colleges are ditching the regular history classes and replacing them with French literature classes focusing on fecal matter.
Assistant Professor of Romance Languages and Literature Annabel Kim offers the course carefully titled, ‘Cacaphonies: Toward an Excremental Poetics’, which was taught in spring 2017 and currently in the 2018 semester.
By the way– this is a graduate course.
The four credit class ‘proposes to take fecal presence seriously and to attend to the things it has to tell us,’ the course catalog of the Ivy League website reads.
‘By starting with the following premise: If literature is excrement, then the canon is a chamber pot,’ the explanation says further.
This course sounds like sh*t.
The goal of the class? To “theorize an excremental poetics where excretion provides a model for the process of writing. The task of excretion, which translates into concrete form our experience of the world.”
OMG excuse my language, but we are talking about SH*TTING. They realize that, right?
The course also aims to “allow for a new interrogation and critique of the canon and the ways in which it serves to conceal, contain, sanitize, and compel culture.”
The course explanation furthermore will: ‘Provide another angle from which to approach the question of gender and writing, as gender organizes both literature and defecation.
Wait. We’re talking about fecal matter, and somehow that will help us approach the question of GENDER??????? Clearly, I’m not open-minded enough for this ridiculous course.
‘Offer an alternative theory of the significance of fecal matter to the dominant one provided by psychoanalysis. The goal of the course is to begin to articulate and realize an original approach to literature that, rather than take feces as a site of disgust, takes it as a site of creation.’
It sounds like you’re supposed to walk away thinking crap is beautiful.
Sorry you’re not advanced enough for this Harvard course, plebs. Maybe someday you’ll elevate your mind and understand crap on another level.
h/t Daily Mail